Never, Better

It's a capital offence these days
to tell the truth and not believe.
I lay my secrets out on the table
and hide my feelings underneath.

I see the wrinkles deep in daylight
furrows on my once smooth brow
ageless is a myth they say -
you see in the mirror tomorrow,
the mistakes you made today.

See an addict never cleans her slate,
Like an anorexic never cleans her plate.
There's no better, no cured,
no quell to the urge
no feeling
or motion
magic spells
or potion
No salve or solution
To rid these demons
From polluting my veins.
(ironic, the use of one to cure the use of another)